Eight Weeks.

It's easy to forget a baby's first eight weeks. Time can become a blur of middle of the night feedings, diaper changes, laundry and a general feeling of disorder as you live on baby's schedule. Is it strange that I adore the first eight weeks? There is something magical about a new baby in the house. Their spirits are so big while their bodies are so small. I become entranced by tiny toes, growing eyelashes and knowing looks.

By the time my babies reach eight weeks I begin to feel like myself again. My clothes still aren't fitting and I'm still forgetful but I'm sleeping better and I've gotten to know my little ones pretty well.

Henry is an independent boy. He'll let you cuddle him for a bit then he likes to be on his own, observing the world around him. He's patient with Audrey's coos and Ollie's pokes. His tiny hands are almost always in fist.

And he has completely captured my heart.

Oh, and he has just started smiling! If only I can figure out this new lens enough to not miss every single one.

your babies are absolutely beautiful and Henry is no exception. i love your words about their spirits being so big and the knowing looks. i wish i was as wise as these big spirits are. happy eight weeks to you and that sweet baby of yours!

Oh little Henry is BEAUTIFUL. I have 5 boys but seeing your sweet babe makes me wish I had more:) I was thinking about the darling Spring in the Mail package I won from your site years ago. I think I may offer a similar giveaway on my site www.melandboys.blogspot.com and give you credit for the fantastic idea. I still use the little vases! That was such a treat to get--especially the spring in a can:) Thanks again!xoxo